By decades he lived that way
Behind dogma's mask
Lies that guided him with short reins
Removing the profane pleasures of life
BUT THE TIME...
THAT IN EACH INSTANT ARISES IMPONENT
PRINTING THE OLDNESS ON THE YOUNG'S FACES
ERODING THE HARDEST OF METALS
The time made he see again his values
And Regret corrupted within
Once he perceived that all was a disgusting farce
And he had been used in the name of the blind faith
By the rest your life, would be tormented
With voices disturbing your mind
Suicide! Is the only solution for him
FREEDOM IS THE SUPREME OPTION THAT MEN
IN THE HIGHEST EVOLUTION LAYERS, HAVE TO
TRACE THE AUTONOMY OF IT'S EXISTENCE

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